Super Nobody (Alphas and Omegas Book 1) by Brent Meske Page B

dinner. In fact,
a long time ago, dinner was three or four hours long. People just
talked and talked and talked, and their servants brought them
something to munch on every half hour or so.”
    “Oh.” A four hour dinner, without the chance
to read or maybe catch an episode of Minus Human every day, sounded pretty awful. Like when they told him that, long
ago, people didn’t have the internet. Shudder.
    “There was an assembly at school today,” he
said. “I didn't get to go. I had to go talk to the guy from the
high school.”
    “Now, was that so hard?” his mother
asked.
    “And how did the conversation go?” Grandpa
asked.
    “Okay I guess.” He quickly realized, by the
reptilian stare coming off his mom, that this wasn't going to be
enough. “He said he was a superhero. I mean Active. He had a force
field. So that was pretty cool.”
    “Hm,” Grandpa said. “A force field.”
    “Yeah, isn't that weird?”
    “Weird how?”
    Michael didn't know exactly, at first. “Well,
that he's a teacher.”
    “Even Actives have to do something with their
lives, Michael,” his mother said.
    “Yeah but, he could go out and stop people
from getting hurt, like he's a shield.”
    “Ah,” Grandpa said. “But he's not super fast,
right? So he couldn't be everywhere at once.”
    “I guess,” Michael said. “But then...what,
the military? The police? Why doesn't he go and do that? He could
take apart bombs.”
    “I think these are good questions, and maybe
you should ask him. It's possible he just wanted to be a teacher,
and then he became an Active.”
    “But he's all super powered,” Michael
said.
    “What if he's a super teacher?” Grandpa
asked. “There are plenty of things you don't know about him, and
your mother and I can't really tell you, since we're not him. So I
think you should ask him.”
    “Okay,” he said. He had Mr. Springfield's
card with his number, but he felt like it would be weird just to
call somebody up and start asking questions like 'why don't you go
and stop missiles with your chest, why do you still teach?' Mr.
Springfield had told him to call, any time of the day or night,
but...it was awkward. It was awkward enough just talking to his
mother and grandfather, and they were his family.
    He had a brilliant flash of inspiration.
    “May I be excused?” he asked.
    His mother sighed. “Have you eaten your
vegetables?”
    “Yes ma'am.”
    “Yes you may.”
    Boom. Manners almost always worked.

Chapter 6 - The
Seventh Power
     
     
    Trent was like a snowball thrown to the top
of Mt. Ranier. He was the beginning, and slow to get started, but
steadily growing.
    The summer passed uneventfully,
unfortunately. Charlotte was gone for a whole month to this music
camp for people who had a special passion, and his dad was gone the
whole time too. Charlotte told him the camp’s name was Interlochen,
and that some of the best future musicians in the country went
there. She had to fly. They were going to keep her busy. There was
no chance to get in touch with her.
    Even so, he did get a few video e-mails from
her, playing more music he'd never heard of in his entire life. And
even when she came back, he wasn't allowed to see her very much.
His mother was out of the house a lot doing community service and
reading clubs and jewelry making parties and Tupperware parties
(what was the point of these), and he was forbidden to have a girl
anywhere near the house without his mother there to watch them.
    So he delivered papers and scarfed down as
many books as his brain could process, and sometimes stared at
walls in utter boredom.
    One thing didn't change as the summer came,
went, and morphed into seventh grade, and that was the constant
attention of mother, grandfather, and Mr. Springfield. He was
horrified when Springfield called him up the first time, a month
after the thing with Trent, and again a month after that.
    “Just to check up,” he said.
    Right.
    Michael was so caught off guard that he
didn't